EPOV

I stare at Rosie with my mouth agape. Feelings for her? It's absurd. I was completely aware prior to this little incident that Rosie was a walking advertisement for dumb blonde jokes, but this takes the cake.

Hence I laugh. A big, throaty, all out laugh. Right in Rosie's face.

Her hopeful expression immediately transforms into one of utter sadness. Guilt is a foreign emotion to me though (with the exception of my Bella) and there's no way that shall be changing on the account of Rosalie.

"How can you be so cruel to me?" It's not a rhetorical question; she honestly wants a legitimate answer.

I search deep, deep down in my soul for some ounce of pity for the bombshell in my bed, but alas, there is none to be found. My shoulders unravel in a shrug.

"Look darling, you're a great fuck. You're a nice piece of ass to assist me in getting my rocks off, but quite frankly that's the extent of it. The idea of holding your hand makes me vomit a little in my mouth. There's no future with baby carriages and Hawaiian vacations for us." I state bluntly.

"Right…but you love Bella?" At least Rosie has enough respect to be pissed by my words. She covers every inch of her body with a flimsy sheet.

"Yes."

"That's why you're screwing her sister?"

This is dangerous territory. There's no clever remark I can retort back with- she's got me pinned on this aspect. Anything I say in response can be twisted even by an airhead like Rosie.

"You love Bella don't you?" Rosie gives an unsure nod to my question.

"But yet you're fucking her husband, begging him to leave her."

The entire situation is fucked up; we're both aware of that. There's nothing left to be discussed. Rosie exits without saying anything further. These trysts are destroying me. The deception looming in the abyss is eating me alive. Me. I cannot even imagine how Bella would react.

Despite my ill opinion of her, I know Rosalie loves Bella. But it's not a healthy love; rather, it's simply an automatic love. She cares for Bella because Bella's her sister, it's a required feeling. It's always been distinctively obvious to me that Rosie envies Bella. Rosie is a porn star and that's all anyone sees. She is very thorough in her career; she lives up to every stereotype that comes with being in the industry. She's damaged goods to say the least.

Then there's Bella. Sweet, loving Bella who everyone adores. While the rest of the Swan family shunned Rosie for her choices, Bella stayed a loyal sister. That's my Bella for you.

My stomach is aching with grief and unshed tears. I fail to understand my actions. Why can I not be the faithful husband Bella deserves? Why must I resume with these pointless dalliances?

There must have been some glitch in the system when I was created. Perhaps I should be treated for multiple personality disorder. My dick and my heart are unhealthily disconnected from each other. My dick doesn't seem to receive the same messages from my brain.

Even when I'm fucking other girls robotically, my heart is weeping.

The bottle of whiskey calls for me and I accept its invitation. One glass turns into four. Ten into thirteen. The uneasiness that overwhelmed me just an hour ago fades away…but doesn't disappear. It's sitting in the pit of my stomach, waiting to be released.

Naked, I rummage through my wallet. Hundred dollar bills flood out of the raggedy leather, but I continue my determined search. Then I find it- the beautiful picture of my Bella. I snapped it when she was sleeping peacefully, an angel on Earth. The photo is from our Italian honeymoon. The hour was striking at noon; however, I couldn't bring myself to awake her. She was recovering from our first night together. It has been a beautiful experience to take a virgin Bella. When she first shared her desire to wait until we were properly married, my normal male instincts kicked in and I wasn't overly thrilled. But I'm glad we waited. There are no words to describe the connection I felt with her.

I can't hold it at bay anymore- I crumble. Sobs fight through my tough demeanor and my chest heaves in a desperate quest for air. Air that I don't deserve to breathe. The scattered bills painting the floor are ripped to shreds by vicious hands. I don't deserve the money or the benefits of the privileged life I've been living.

A bag catches my eye, taunting me. I stammer over to inspect the mysterious substance. Coke. Heaps and heaps of coke. I quickly conclude it must have fallen from Rosie's purse; the bitch was messed up enough to do this shit. And now I am too.

The coke is the best piece of news I've received all day. I dig into the bag, coke splatters on the floor. Fine by me, it's still applicable.

BPOV

The baby's okay. The baby's alive. I'm still pregnant. The baby's healthy and thriving. I repeat these sentences in my mind continuously.

I had been so certain I would lose the child growing inside me. Angela had luckily been over at the mansion to see me collapse and rush me to my doctor.

Dr. Hale had assured me that it was normal to bleed a little in the first trimester. He had been kind enough to answer my questions numerous times. The man has enough patience to compensate an entire army of humans.

"Are you sure you don't want me to stay with you?" Angela queries as I climb into my soft bed.

" Yeah. I think I need to be along right now." I state it as simply as possible. I'm not well enough to discuss the Edward debacle…I just can't.

"Bella, I know you. Something's not right. The sadness is written in your eyes."

"Angela…" Traitorous tears build up; I'm not strong enough to seize them. Angela wraps me in her famous bear hug and already I feel safe. I feel loved. She doesn't respond; simply, waits until I am ready to elaborate.

"We're not going to make it, Edward and I. He's a monster, Angela. I've been sleeping with a stranger." The spite is visible in my tone.

"Sweetie, did he hit you?"

"No nothing like that, but I almost wish he had. I wish it was physical pain inflicting me instead of this emotional torture."

Angela holds me tighter; her support gifts me with the strength I'll need to divulge this nightmare.

"He doesn't love me. He…he's been seeing other women. Strippers as he so beautiful called them. "

"That BASTARD. When I see him again I will rip his balls off and then perhaps he won't be so quick to stick his dick where it doesn't belong." Angela's words are not phony; she's seriously plotting how to cause Edward bodily harm.

"NO." I'm firm in this statement.

"No? Bella, are you crazy? I know you love Edward, but this isn't the man you married. He put your life in extreme danger and that's unacceptable. He put your baby's life in danger. And that in itself is incredibly…disgusting, it's unfathomable. Who knows what these sluts carry? You need to divorce him IMMEDIATELY."

"Stop it, Angela. Just stop." I beg with wails threatening to escape. I don't want to hear this. I know it, but listening to another person state it is so definite so…final.

"This is an impossible situation Bella, I know it. But you have a baby to consider now. It's not about what you want, it's what's best for the child growing inside of you. This child is depending solely on you to protect it, to nurture it. That's your duty and Edward is an obstacle to accomplishing it." She looks me straight in the eye as she informs me of what I already know.

"I'm distraught. I only found out last night, there's no rush to act upon anything. I need time to breathe, to ponder all that's at stake. To process everything. Please respect that."

Angela squeezes my hand; her way of signaling she's on my team.

"I respect that, Bella. But I'm going to be blunt- Edward's dead to me. And if you even consider the possibility of taking him back then I will fight tooth and nail to persuade you differently. Never will I abandon you, but I love you way too much to allow you to make such a hefty mistake."

I didn't want to argue with Angela and if I spoke my mind, I'm sure that's what it would have transformed to. In reality, I want to tell her how much I loathe being threatened. But instead I snuggle under the covers while she strokes my hair. Sleep couldn't capture me soon enough.

"Angela stop." I groggily plead.

Currently, she's shaking me erratically while I attempt to return to the peaceful land of sleep.

"BELLA!"

"What?" I yell back.

"It's the hospital." She thrusts the phone in my face, worry plastered all over her delicate features.

A million scenarios rush through my brain. Could there have been a mistake? Is my baby dead? Is something abnormal? Oh God, is my father hurt?

"Mrs. Cullen?" An unfamiliar voice asks.

"Yes?" I reply, shaken.

Please God, so much has already been taken from me- don't let this be horrible news. Please. Please.

"Your husband, Mr. Edward Cullen, is here."

"Is he alright?" In my darkest depths, I secretly wish that perhaps he has been harmed in some way. I'm immediately alarmed with myself. What kind of person wishes for that?

"Mrs. Cullen, I think it's best that you come down here. Immediately."

His voice is stern and matter of fact, it's void of softness. I know that this is a serious situation. My Edward is hurt…lethally perhaps.

"Mrs. Cullen I have no intention to alarm you; however, this is a critical condition. It may be your last opportunity to-"

I don't wait for him to finish before I'm rushing to my car.

Edward needs me and despite what he has done to me, I love him. He's the father of my child. There's history there that no one- not even whores- can erase.

Please Lord; don't let us end this way…please. I love him and I deserve more than this. He's not getting off this easily- I deserve answers.